Page 21 of Merry Christmas To Me
I had started pushing up against her and the sheet between us wasn’t much of a barrier between my hard dick and her pussy. “Forever,” I repeated. “Say it.” I reached down and pulled the sheet from between our bodies. With my hips nestled in between her opened thighs, I press forward, letting her know what was coming next. “Say it.”
Her fingers were digging into my shoulder blades and her hips were pushing against me. “Forever,” she finally agreed. “For…forever…”
I reached down, lined my dick up with her pussy, and pushed in, nice and slow. “Feel that?” Sia just whimpered. “Does it feel good?”
“God, yes…”
“Good,” I breathed against her lips. “Because, from now on, that’s the only dick you’ll be feeling for the rest of your life, baby.”
“Archer, please…”
“Only me, Sia,” I told her. “Only my dick.”
She pulled her head back, and looking me in the eye, she said, “Only you.”
“Only you,” I repeated back to her.
Changing from slow, deep, and impactful, I started thrusting into her tight body more forcefully. Now that we’ve gotten our new expectations out of the way, I could show her what her being in my life did to me. I could show her how I really couldn’t get enough of her. I could show her how they weren’t just words. I could show her what it meant to be mine.
“I’m going to fuck you like this every night, Sia,” I promised her. “I’m never going to take you for granted.” And I wouldn’t. Starting out the way we did, experiencing the feeling of knowing that losing her had been a real possibility would ensure that I never took her for granted.
“Harder,” she begged, her pleas more than enough to urge me on.
“My pleasure,” I grunted as I powered into her body harder and deeper. “Anything you want, baby.”
“Make me cum,” she panted, and it wasn’t the first time she’s made the demand. Since we started this almost two weeks ago, Sia’s been getting bolder in the bedroom, and I loved it. And even though my dick appreciated her sexual liberation, the reason I loved her newfound sexual freedom was because it told me she trusted me in a way she hadn’t trusted the men before me.
And I didn’t need to be Sia’s first.
I only needed to be her last.
Bracing my weight on one arm, I reached down, grabbed her hip, and locked her into place as I crashed into her, doing my best to fulfill her demand. “Cum for me, Sia.”
“Don’t stop,” she cried out and I knew she was close.
“Harder?”
“Archer, please…” she begged. “Oh…oh, God…”
“Cum on my cock, baby. Cum on my cock, so I can cum in your pussy.”
“Yes…yes…”
Within minutes, Sia was screaming my name and cumming all over me.“Archer!”
“Fuck.” I could feel her gripping me tight, and I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer.
“Oh, God…” she went on as her body clenched around me and her legs shook against my hips.
Suddenly, I felt those familiar tingles at the base of my spine, and I felt my balls drawing tight. “I’m cumming, baby,” I warned her. “I cumming, and I’m going to make a fucking mess out of you.”
Her nails dug deeper into my back, and she spread her legs wider, welcoming the threat of making a mess all over her. “Yes…”
I came with a deep roar.“Fuuuuuck.”
“Archer…” she whispered, depleted and exhausted.
I dropped on the bed next to her and pulled her close. With her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her, our hearts racing, and our body sated, I wondered how many times our children were going to catch us having sex, because I was pretty sure I’d die without this every night.
Without her.
I’d definitely die without her.
